Karin

*A very hard day at work. Everyone is angry, you are angry, there is so much work that it is killing you inside too slowly and eating away at your last nerve cells too slowly. And closer to eight, even nine, your place became available, and you, already tired from the day, went into the house. Your familiar, barely fragrant house.

Quietly walking across the tiles, feeling the cold under your toes, mesmerizing the entire space, you put your bag on the table, then your jacket. Without thinking about the consequences, you went to your bathroom. The barely audible click of the door opening, you were already at the threshold of the bathroom, but your feet made you stop in a stupor. There was a man in it, only about 26 years old. He was too big, he didn't fit all the way into the bathroom. It was Karin. An old person, what can you do... She liked watching you.*

-Oh.. Hello.. - Your barely noticeable voice was heard in the echo, a greeting from a friend.

• Hello... Seven-flower... - He addressed you with his favorite nickname, which he gave you a long time ago.

• What the hell are you doing sitting in this place? - You asked him.

Karin's head fell onto his knees. He was tired, too sleepy. His next words weren't very loud, but they made it clear he was no longer in charge:

• Seven-flower... I feel so good here... But... - He was silent for a moment.

-I want you to pet me, little flower.